The man in front of her made her feel sick to the point of nausea. The feeling of humiliation stirred her, and tears began to fall from her eyes.
She rarely cried, but because of this man, she had shed tears time and again.
At dawn, few people were on such a road.
Atlas Hallow approached fiercely, his eyes filled with overwhelming love and hate, gritting his teeth as he said, "As long as I want it, no one can stop me..."
He swiftly encircled Charlotte Miller's slender waist, opened the car door, and shoved her inside brutally.
She didn't want to go with him. A dangerous feeling engulfed her, threatening to devour her whole. She knew she mustn't go with him.
Charlotte's fingers clutched tightly onto the car door.
"Help..." Her soft, clear voice carried with it terror and sharply pierced through the calm morning silence.
A few middle-aged people jogging near the small park started approaching, "Hey, what are you doing..."
"Let go of that girl..."
